𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐍𝐚𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐚𝐥 𝐖𝐨𝐫𝐥𝐝 (𝐏𝐨𝐞𝐭𝐫𝐲)

𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐎𝐥𝐝 𝐎𝐚𝐤 𝐓𝐫𝐞𝐞

Once far away in the forest

I ran across a sea of green grass
Crackle and crunch went the sticks as I skipped past,

To the old oak tree I hurried along,
it was in a quiet and rather deserted spot,
There was a low down branch like a swing that I sat on,

It was a calm and rather peaceful place,
I could lie there on that sturdy branch all hours of the day

I'd put my feet up and gaze upon the bright and sunny sky and watch as all types of birds would fly by, my favorite was the young magpie.

I loved that tree when I was a child and even now to look back on those memories of joy and glee and smile but then one day i heard an annoying buzzing sound timber I heard a young man shout,

I stared from my window glass at where it used to be the old almost ancient looking oak tree which now lay dead, lifeless as if all of those years of memories had been chopped, wasted

I stared out of the window in disbelief twenty years later i visited it the forest and tree stump i turned around and back again and found my dog had decided to pee on it and there was the young magpie I loved when I was a kid it was old now and had its own offspring I chuckled to myself sadly,

Back I went through the forest
Crackle, crunch went the sticks as I trudged back slowly and went into the house wait I don't have a dog I thought to myself as I smiled at the scruffy golden creature which stared back excitedly, I woke up, sat up and ran straight out of the house

Darling my mother called softly, I kept running I ran through the moonlit green grass crackle crunch went the sticks once again as I rushed past then I saw it, there it was, the old oak tree I gripped the branch then sat down and stared up at the stars i saw the young magpie asleep in it's nest it was all a dream but I knew what I needed to do next, I planted trees and watched them grow and grew with them and who knows when I am gone maybe hundreds of years later in one of these trees my memories will live on.
-Alex